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:) [01 Mar 2003|02:37pm]

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Hmm. [15 Jan 2003|12:32am]

The cause of, and solution to, all the world's problems.
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Oooh. [08 Sep 2002|10:17pm]
Premiere of the Doctor Uinen Show, tomorrow night on MESPTV. Don't miss it!
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TV TV TV TV TV [02 Sep 2002|10:13pm]
[ mood | determined ]

Hey TV people. I want a show.

It'll be cool. I think I'll call it the Doctor Uinen show. Sort of like Bergil's show, except where I'll give people advice to solve their hopeless fucked-upness problems, instead of just having the sons of Fëanor smash everything up. Plus it'll make good advertising for my therapy business, which is oddly quiet these days. Not for lack of mental problems and suckers people who need advice.

Get back to me.

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Oh, that's IT. [30 Jul 2002|10:38am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

So Uinen can't spend a fucking peaceful night at home with a glass of fucking brandy. No. Because when she does, there has to be a fucking apocalypse.


YOU. You broke Númenor. I officially hate you forever. And YOU fucking encouraged him. And then got yourself wiped out of fucking existence.

I've concluded that she is the most sensible being in all of Arda. And you had all better thank fucking Eru that she saved the royal family of Númenor, or I'd be even more dangerously pissed than I already am.

Uinen's shit list is very long. Uinen has been reading up on Chinese Water Torture to practice on the next person to cross her path. Uinen is looking forward to this very much.

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You know what... [08 Jul 2002|05:06pm]
[ mood | determined ]

I've been thinking. With Goldberry out of service, the ratio of crazy people to therapists in MESPT is about 350/0.

I myself am relatively sane especially considering I have to put up with the bipolar husband and the daughter with a rap sheet two miles long, and have already been acting as a counselor/advisor to a few people... so I figured, why not? I'll pick up where the other water-thing left off. I have nothing better to do a lot of free time these days, and I want to laugh at your problems help.

So if you're a raving lunatic in dire need of therapy, comment here, get me on AIM is "Uinen WaterThing" or send an e-mail to uinen@sockpuppets.zzn.com

That's about it.

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..... [27 May 2002|02:29pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

No, I wasn't affected by this Bakshi be-your-icon thing.

But I think some people just might be.

Well fuck.

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[20 May 2002|01:23am]
[ mood | confused ]

What happened to my hair?

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Um hum. [15 May 2002|03:20am]
[ mood | blah ]

All the happy little islands around Númenor got raised too.

See Ulmo does a good job. Because Ulmo rocks.

Look, see! There's my Island.

Shut up, it's called Tol Uinen. It has to be my island.

Anyway, I took unconscious husband there.

Hey Valar? What's up with his fainting problem? Can you guys do something about that like you did with that one hobbit kid, or is this some sort of replacement for his last personality disorder? Because frankly I'm a lot more used to telling him to calm the fuck down than I am to playing nursemaid to coma boy, and staying up for days pacing around the house waiting for him to wake up so I can stop him from flooding shit if he wakes up angry.

And if anyone's wondering, no I do not know where that kid of mine is right now.

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...... [13 May 2002|02:51pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]


I got her to stop. Stopping people from flooding shit is my fucking specialty, okay.

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Hello [11 May 2002|07:53pm]
[ mood | parental? ]

I have a kid.


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... [03 May 2002|03:28am]
[ mood | bored ]


.....stupid coma.

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Oh look. [30 Apr 2002|04:54am]
[ mood | still pissed off ]

Another Maia.

It seems alarmingly sane so far.

And yes, my fucking husband is still in a fucking coma, if anyone fucking cares. I'm just going to fucking sit here and fucking wait for him to fucking wake the fuck up.

I'm sorry, am I swearing too much? I'm one of Ulmo's Maiar, remember?

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...... [29 Apr 2002|05:34pm]
[ mood | fuck ]

My fucking husband is still in a fucking coma.

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I helped too! [29 Apr 2002|03:43am]
[ mood | now where did Ossë get to? ]


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[18 Apr 2002|11:28pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Irmo is celebate and Goldie's with Sauron.

This Water-thing is bored again.

On the plus side, crazy bitch husband has been alarmingly sane recently. So, fuck, ah... I guess if you want to talk, then, yeah.

In a large open space far from water. Can't fucking blame me for being paranoid. Our last conversation ended with "Stay the fuck away from me." So yeah.

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[18 Apr 2002|07:12pm]
((OOC - Woo, hello! This character has changed players. Mwa ha ha.))
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[28 Mar 2002|07:52pm]
[ mood | restless ]

This fuck over here is a little bitch. I don't remember him as being such a whiny bitch when we were still dating (and that was AFTER he because bipolar).

But no matter. I won't let him ruin my mood.

Irmo? Goldie? Anyone around?

This water-thing is bored and needs something to do.

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[24 Mar 2002|12:10am]
[ mood | amused ]

Water-thing and Water-thing.

This is something you've all been waiting for, hmm?

For debauchery, take a left turn.

We're having lunch.

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Bored. [22 Mar 2002|10:46pm]
[ mood | bored ]

The husband is unconscious again, after I gave him a a mix of red pills, green pills, blue pills, and some vitamin E pills, all sloshing around his belly with cherry Kool-Aid.

He's also wearing blue-tinted sunglasses, since the poor thing seems to be seeing red lately.

Where's Irmo? Who wants a good fuck?

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